By Sunil Sharma A rose blooms on a dump in Delhi It sways in the morning wind the way drunk girls sway and swear on the predatory Indian streets and restricted cultural zones to express happiness and freedom from stifling familial and patriarchal constraints In Mumbai and other metros on long Saturday nights. The morning light plays on the petals and … Continue reading A rose and waste picker
Water of Life
By Rob Schackne Water of life where sometimes life cannot go two sides of spirit no argument of deep things the outlaws talk the single malt satori tomorrow the rent is due all the rivers next stop no stop
Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula
By Thomas Page I visited the place where I was born when I was ten-ish. Like most people my age it is a hospital. A place frozen in that January for my family However, many years ago you read this poem. It is beige-looking With a koi pond in the middle Water enclosed in … Continue reading Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula
Dam
By Thomas Page A concrete wall blocks a river Making a lake Or not. Human’s creative hand To shape the land in its image. Stewards of the desert Or any arid place Baptized in life-giving water. A great roar reverberates From the concrete wall. A krypton waterfall with internal rage, Eternal rage … Continue reading Dam
Heart Seed
By James Diaz let it out let loose hold the air still (it's only weeping against the grain) you learn this thing on only two feet how stars will shine from afar and your life will always feel like this person that is standing too close those tiny wings beat you every time you … Continue reading Heart Seed
Tommy Cinquains 1-3
Cinquains (1/2/3/4/ 1 stresses) A fish Slowly swims in A pond of clear water Hidden by a forest unknown To us Penguins- Antarctic birds- Are associated with Dance for some reason. Well, dance, birds, Dance now An elf Working during The Christmas Season will Look at an advent calendar— Countdown
Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked. The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun. November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling … Continue reading Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
Down to the Sea
By Thomas Page We shall go down to the sea Where the little birds may well be. We shall go down to the water’s edge And dare to touch cold sand’s ledge We shall make a new sand castle And worry about the bustle. We shall take a picnic luncheon Sandwiches and cookies we munch … Continue reading Down to the Sea
Tommy Haiku #67
By Thomas Page The wave pool declines Into undulating tides Made by old machines
Academy of the Heart And Mind 